Francis caught the bullet and sent it back.
But the shooter moved just as the projectile left his hand.
'Did he see it coming… or did he read me?' Francis mused to himself.
Before he could get an answer, the others were already within range.
A short man came first.
His blade was short, barely the length of a forearm, but the way he held it said he knew exactly what it was for.
Francis leaned in to counter, but two more bullets came at him, throwing off his timing and opening a gap for the blade user to thrust his weapon.
'I already predicted your move—'
The short man's arms suddenly extended by five inches, catching Francis off guard and forcing him to block.
It sank into his forearm cleanly, deeper than it should have.
He kicked the short man, sending him flying.
Unfortunately, that small misstep allowed the others to execute their attacks without restraint.
